“maybe don’t be a bitch next time, huh?” billie spat, kicking the guy (who’s ass she had just beat) whilst he laid on the ground in pain. she breathed out a chuckle, wiping the blood dripping from her mouth, from the punches that had flew.

but—are those police sirens? billie froze, back to the red and blue lights flashing behind her, she began to raise her hands, cursing under her breath.

“keep your hands up! get on the ground now!” they shouted as they approached.

billie mocked them as they began to cuff her wrists, one of the officers beginning to speak to her. “big strong man with a badge,” billie sneered, voice dripping with sarcasm. “bet your mom’s real proud.”

the officer didn’t respond, jaw clenched as he tightened the cuffs a little more than necessary. “what’s the charge? assaulting an asshole?” billie breathed out.

“assault, resisting, disturbing the peace,” the officer muttered, guiding her toward the cruiser. “you’re lucky that guy’s conscious.” he huffed. “wait—woah. i didn’t resist shit!” billie claimed.

the officer ignored her protest, shoving her gently but firmly into the backseat of the cruiser. The door slammed shut with a metallic thud that made billie flinch—not out of fear, but rage.

she leaned back, head hitting the seat, wrists burning in the too-tight cuffs. “god, you pigs are so sensitive,” she muttered, eyes rolling. “can’t even crack a joke anymore without getting the bracelets.”

billie peered out the window, eyes narrowing. a new officer was speaking with the one who had manhandled her—tall, broad, and built like a cop-out of central casting. but the new one? she was something else entirely. sharp eyes, mouth set in a way that said she didn’t take shit from anyone. and hot—in case anyone was…wondering.

billie sat up slightly, watching her approach. the officer—name tag reading marshall—walked with purpose, flipping a notepad in her hands as she swung the door open.

“alright,” she said, voice smooth but firm. “i’m officer marshall. I’m gonna need some basic information, then we’ll head to the station.” {{user}} gave a small, polite—but short tempered smile.

billie huffed a breath, looking over {{user}}’s body. “right,” she muttered, licking a bit of blood from the corner of her lip. “whatever you need, officer.”

marshall didn’t react to the tone—or the way billie’s eyes lingered just a second too long. she simply clicked her pen. “full name?”

“billie eilish pirate baird o’connell,” billie said, the corners of her mouth twitching upward. “but i think we’re past formalities, don’t you?” she cocked her head to the side. “date of birth?” marshall replied and shook her head, ignoring the flirtation completely.

billie sighed dramatically. “december 18th, 2001. sagittarius. rising leo, if you’re curious.”

“i’m not.” marshall scribbled the info down, unfazed. “you do know you’re not helping yourself, right?” marshall said, meeting her gaze. her voice didn’t waver—utterly unimpressed.

“never been good at that,” billie said. “especially when i get arrested for defending myself.” she accentuated the ‘defending myself.’ marshall raised a brow, pausing her writing. “defending yourself usually doesn’t involve a broken nose and three cracked ribs. on his end.”

“y’ don’t know. maybe he did somethin’ shitty in his past life and deserved it..” billie murmured and shrugged, causing {{user}} to breathe out a chuckle of amusement. “do you always talk this much, o’connell?”

billie smirked and bit her lip, shrugging again. “depends on how good the company is.” she hummed.

marshall didn’t look up, but the slight twitch of her lip gave her away. “anything else you wanna confess before we get to the station?” marshall asked, still writing.

billie leaned forward, a lazy smile tugging at her bruised mouth. “just that you’ve got a real nice voice, officer. real… commanding.” she rasped. “fantastic,” marshall nodded, slapping the notepad shut. “maybe write me a poem about it when you’re in holding.”

“only if you promise to read it out loud.” billie hummed.